Her smile was large and beaming; enough to light up any room. She was maxing-out the girl-next-door thing, right down to some powerfully cute freckle..., but she had a certain ‘needy’ vibe going, and that got this ‘old man’s’ mind spinning, but she WS a neighbor, after all, so at least for the moment, I tucked it away. Currently, she was in a gray t-shirt and yoga pants, with the front of her shirt being loose enough for me to see the budding outline of her breasts, but I kept my gaze. The reporters hit back and she loved it, loved the barbs and the attention. She was smart enough that it was music not personal reputation that mattered and if she became known for being difficult and at times doing some outrageous things that would captivate people including those who love to hate. As you say, today was a breakthrough for you darling. You now have her trust and she’ll deliver for you, as it is you that will take her to the biggest audience she’d even known – the world of. They both slid out and relaxed. As the two lots of spunk trickled out of her she told Steve to clean her. His face was absolutely saturated as the double helping of spunk soaked him. Another glass of wine and Fiona took charge. She made them both lie on their backs at either end of the bend and then she shuffled them towards each other so that their cocks were getting closer to each other. Eventually she managed to get them so their cocks were next to each other, then she took a stocking and. . really ... I don't know. I wish I had a better sense of what's going on inside of Megan. I just couldn't tell if she's angry, or hurt, or defiant, or just a normal teenage girl going through her own stuff in her own way ... wrestling with her hormones and all that." Do you think she's having sex?" I ... I don't know. Again, I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised. But, who knows? I'll just have to talk to her, soon. And I'll see what I can find out. I just hope I haven't scarred her in some.